Amy Watson shivered as her doctor slipped the stethoscope under her top. She wasn't sure if it was because the stethoscope was cold, or because she thought it was a bit creepy to be seeing a male doctor now that she was fourteen. When his hands brushed her breasts, she decided she'd speak to her mom about switching doctors. Even if the touch meant nothing, it still made her feel weird.

"Your lungs are sounding great, Amy."

"When can I go back to swimming?"

"Not for a couple more weeks." At the look on her face, he smiled. "Bronchitis is nothing to take lightly."

"I guess."

There was a knock at the door and Penny, Dr. James Lincoln's receptionist, stuck her head in. "I'm sorry to interrupt. There are some men here to see you."

"Can it wait?"

"I don't think so. They're—"

The door opened wider and three men entered. Amy noticed one of them was in a police uniform, and she felt sick in the pit of her stomach.

"Excuse me, you can't just barge in here—"

"James Lincoln?" The first man held up a badge. "I'm Detective Hagen. You're under arrest for the rape and murder of Adrienne Oxley."

The third man helped Amy off the gurney. She was too confused and frightened to protest. Rape? Murder? Dr. Lincoln would never—

She remembered her earlier discomfort. Now that she thought about it, the touch didn't seem quite so accidental. She felt like puking.

"Hey, easy." A hand was on her shoulder. "I'm Tim Speedle. Are you okay?"

Amy glanced at Dr. Lincoln. He'd been handcuffed and was being led out. "Did he really do that?"

"Yes."

"Was . . . was she a patient?"

"No."

"Okay . . ." Amy threw up all over Tim Speedle's shoes.

James Lincoln sat in a stony silence while his lawyer spoke. Calleigh and Nadia stood behind the mirror. Nadia was clearly tense; she chewed her lower lip, hugging herself. Calleigh touched her shoulder and gave a reassuring smile.

"You don't have to be here."

Nadia shook her head. "I have to see what he says."

"Okay."

Speed and Hagen entered the interview room. Calleigh could see by their posture that neither was going to be playing the good cop. She had to admit that she didn't care.

"Why don't you tell me what happened with Adrienne Oxley," Hagen said. "And don't waste my time by lying."

Lincoln leaned forward. "She babysat for me once."

Speed looked at the file he'd brought in. "You're divorced, is that right?"

"Separated. My wife and I are trying to work things out."

"And you see your child every second weekend?"

"Yes."

"So why'd you need a babysitter? If I only saw my daughter twice a month, I'd want to spend every second of it with her. How about you, John?"

Hagen nodded. "But Adrienne was a beautiful girl."

"I didn't rape her. She came onto me. You know what they say; it's always the quiet ones."

"You didn't expect her to get pregnant, did you?"

"Don't answer that," the lawyer said.

"So she went back to you, a very brave thing to do, and confronted you. You got scared and said you'd take care of it. Am I right so far?"

Lincoln shrugged non-committally.

"Only you figured it was cheaper to do the abortion yourself instead of sending her to a clinic. But you were in a hurry. You made a mistake. You killed her."

"Prove it."

It was Speed's turn again. "Adrienne's wasn't the first abortion you performed. She wasn't the first girl you raped. And since you're not the kind of guy to let something like family get in the way, you went for your niece. What's your sister going to think when she finds out?"

Lincoln snorted. "This is about Nadia? She was just as bad as her friend."

"So you're saying she came onto you too?"

"Yes."

Hagen slammed his fist down on the table. "Bullshit. She was nine years old."

Lincoln sighed. "Look, Nadia's not a normal kid. She's got . . . problems. She's just looking for attention. I'm sure most of what she's told you only happened in her head."

Behind the glass, Nadia was in tears. "He's lying."

"I know," Calleigh said.

"They're going to believe him."

"No, they won't."

"Nadia's been anorexic since she was eleven," Speed said. "Last spring, her mother rushed her to the hospital to have her stomach pumped. She cuts herself."

"I told you, she's an attention seeker."

"The only thing she's seeking is a way out of this mess. She swallowed a bottle of pills after you aborted her baby."

Lincoln said nothing.

"I only have one more thing I want to know. When you were raping Adrienne, where was your little girl? I'm going to take a wild guess and say with her mother, seeing as how it wasn't your weekend and all."

Lincoln's jaw tightened. Hagen nodded to Speed and they stood.

Outside, Nadia sobbed in Calleigh's arms.

"It's over now," Calleigh said. "He can't hurt you anymore."

"Yes," Nadia wept. "But why'd she have to die to make it happen?"

June 6, I'm sorry I pushed you away. I was scared and angry, and I guess I still am, but I know everything will be okay. This morning's sermon was about forgiveness and how it's never easy, but it's what we have to do. Rev. T. said if you could forgive us, then who are we to hold grudges against the people who hurt us? For the first time since it happened, I read my bible. All I can say is, you work in mysterious ways! The verse I read was Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." I don't know why this had to happen to me, but I trust you. I know you have a reason for everything.

Madison was coloring a picture when Yelina entered the room. She was surprised to find Horatio already there. "Hey."

He smiled, but there was pain in his eyes, the same pain reflected in hers. "How are you holding up?"

She shrugged. "Hey, Maddie."

The child grinned and held out a sheet of paper. There were stick figures on it, and lots of red. Yelina took it. "Thank you."

"Why don't you tell Yelina what's happening in the picture?" Horatio suggested.

Madison stood, pointing to each of the figures in turn. "That's Daddy and Uncle Joel and Uncle Nick. That's Mommy and that's me. Mommy's on the floor. She's crying."

Yelina tapped the remaining figure. "Who's that?"

"That's the bad man. Daddy was selling sweets to Uncle Rick and Uncle Joel when the bad man came. Then Mommy started crying, 'cause the bad man had a gun. And the bad man looked at me and told me to hide under the bed. Mommy said I must, so I did, and she told me to stay there. Then I heard lots of bangs. An' I know I wasn't s'posed to peek but I did, and the bad man wasn't there anymore."

"Madison, do you know what the bad man's name was?"

She frowned thoughtfully. "Chad . . . no, Chaz. Daddy called him Chaz."

"I thought he was still in jail." Yelina looked at Horatio.

He shook his head and stood. "They're supposed to inform us of all paroles and escapes. I'll follow it up."

Madison watched him go, then turned to Yelina. "Can I see Mommy today?"

"Come sit here a minute."

She climbed onto Yelina's lap.

"Do you know the story of Sleeping Beauty?"

Madison nodded eagerly. "She slept for a hundred years!"

"Well, your Mommy is a lot like Sleeping Beauty. No one knows when she's going to wake up."

A tear trickled down Madison's cheek. "She won't."

"Why do you say that?"

"'Cause Daddy's in heaven. He can't kiss her awake."

Yelina hugged her tight. "I spoke to Bella earlier. How would you like to stay with me and Ray for a while?"

"Will Mr. Horatio come visit?"

"Yes, he will."

"Can we have ice cream?"

"Sometimes."

Madison burrowed her head into Yelina's neck, her tears heating Yelina's skin. "Okay."